tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86964622216189955202018-03-05T10:01:26.524-08:00My SpaceNitikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252543993427662310noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696462221618995520.post-66306330050109538352010-07-21T00:52:00.001-07:002010-07-21T00:54:27.803-07:00GOD ALWAYS SEND RAINBOWS AFTER THE RAIN...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUGneEuqW7Q/TEanamBc54I/AAAAAAAAAvU/7uPan15rdjI/s1600/rainbow_after_the_rain_maulik_dave.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUGneEuqW7Q/TEanamBc54I/AAAAAAAAAvU/7uPan15rdjI/s320/rainbow_after_the_rain_maulik_dave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496264470577342338" /></a><br />Whatever your cross,<br />whatever your pain,<br />there will always be sunshine,<br />after the rain ....<br /><br />Perhaps you may stumble,<br />perhaps even fall,<br />But God's always ready,<br />To answer your call ...<br /><br />He knows every heartache,<br />sees every tear,<br />A word from His lips,<br />can calm every fear ...<br /><br />Your sorrows may linger,<br />throughout the night,<br />But suddenly vanish,<br />in dawn's early light ...<br /><br />The Savior is waiting,<br />somewhere above,<br />To give you His grace,<br />and send you His love ..<br /><br />Whatever your cross,<br />whatever your pain!.Nitikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252543993427662310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696462221618995520.post-15632336215058477432010-07-21T00:48:00.000-07:002010-07-21T00:48:32.886-07:00Nitikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252543993427662310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696462221618995520.post-74146375116544501252010-06-18T01:27:00.000-07:002010-06-18T01:31:17.942-07:00Life Happens to You<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUGneEuqW7Q/TBsufsvnmQI/AAAAAAAAAuU/UhCCbCx39Mg/s1600/angelharp.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 79px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUGneEuqW7Q/TBsufsvnmQI/AAAAAAAAAuU/UhCCbCx39Mg/s320/angelharp.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484028093375420674" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">LIFE happens to you!<br /><br />This is a story of not so long ago<br /><br />When I wasn’t so smart, but thought I was so<br /><br />One day I sat down with paper and pen<br /><br />To chart out my future from now to then<br /><br />I listed out all the things I wanted to do<br /><br />Smiled as I imagined myself doing s few<br /><br />Charted out my future in great detail<br /><br />Smugly thinking to myself “Now I can’t fail”<br /><br />Prepared I was, for life on paper<br /><br />Unprepared I was, for life’s capers<br /><br />Because I honestly didn’t have a clue<br /><br />That while you are busy making plans, LIFE happens to you!<br /><br />All my plans went for a toss<br /><br />For I had forgotten God was the boss<br /><br />Life happened to me while I wasn’t looking<br /><br />I never realized what God had for me cooking<br /><br />So many surprises he had for me in store<br /><br />Much more than I wanted, and then some more!<br /><br />So this, is my story, Ladies and Gentlemen<br /><br />This is me now, very different from how I was then<br /><br />I do my work down here; leave the rest to the Big Man<br /></span>Nitikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252543993427662310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696462221618995520.post-48849125043239017592010-06-11T23:04:00.000-07:002010-06-11T23:09:51.765-07:00Enjoy sweetness<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';color:#FF6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; "><b><span style="font-family: Arial; "><span style="font-style:italic;">Once a man was very surprised to see a row of ants going past a lump of sugar; since the ants are very fond of sugar, it was indeed very surprising that the ants were not stopping by the lump of sugar to eat it! To find the reason for the same, all the ants were picked up and their mouths opened; it was found that their mouths were full of garbage, as a result they could not taste sugar. Similarly the feelings of pride and hatred keep man deprived of the sweetness one gets from devotion. That is why a noble soul always remains keen to keep the dirt away from the mouth of his mind and always remains a buyer of sweetness. He also distributes the same sweetness further to others</span>. </span></b></span></span></span>Nitikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252543993427662310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696462221618995520.post-78265871403798000692010-06-11T02:08:00.000-07:002010-06-11T23:25:06.096-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Would You ???</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I dont ask you the silver of the moon,<br /><br />or the diamonds brilliant shine......<br /><br />I wish for no colorful flowers,<br /><br />or ask you for wonderful towers.....<br /><br />Dont even weep for my sorrows,<br /><br />or promise me of better tomorrows....<br /><br />I dont demand for your time,<br /><br />or expect you to take my blame.....<br /><br />I ask you of no compromises,<br /><br />or any great sacrifices.......<br /><br />I dont want you to share my pains,<br /><br />or move the big mountains.....<br /><br />When i am fragile and aged,<br /><br />charmless and wrinkled,<br /><br />would you,<br /><br />would you still look into my eyes,<br /><br />and<br /><br />whisper the magic of the<br /><br />i love you<br /><br />and<br /><br />still............<br /><br />mean it.....<br /><br />would you???<br /><br />would you????....<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span>Nitikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252543993427662310noreply@blogger.com1